Wednesday Briefs: December 11, 2019

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In Pieces #82 (19.5) by Julie Lynn Hayes

“I guess we’ll Uber to the airport,” Ben said. Aiden and Abby had taken the van for the trip to Atlanta, and Deacon and Keanu had already taken an Uber to the airport. The keys to Cameron’s sedan sat on an end table in the foyer, where he could easily find them.

“Sounds good,” Ryan agreed. He was happy that Ben seemed as delighted as he did at the prospect of going to St. Louis to stay with Cassie. He’d been apprehensive, considering Cassie lived in the same house where he and Ben had lived as boys, unsure what bad memories might linger from that time. But when Ben had finished using the Uber app, and Ryan mentioned his misgivings, Ben just shook his head.

Arad’s rapid footfalls drowned out his panicked heartbeat as he sprinted, reversing his route. He wasn’t sure what he could in a situation Roku couldn’t handle, but there was no way he would let him face this nonsense alone. The rage in Roku’s roar had triggered something inside. There were problems and issues to contend with between them. However, that would be later. Now, he needed to help his mate.

Mate.

Bryce’s annoyingly soothing voice kept pace with him through the corridors. “You’re too late, Arad. You can’t help him.”

Jenny watched from her hiding place. The meeting hadn’t progressed far since she’d snuck off to talk to Fran. Cheryl definitely seemed to like the sound of her own voice if her droning on was any indication.

“—and we will meet this enemy head-on with no fear. They must not be allowed to move us from our course. We will have the most powerful seer in history with us soon and we will rule all of the paranormal nations.”

Jenny rolled her eyes. ‘Rule all the paranormal nations’? Just how delusional was Cheryl?

We moved almost constantly, skulking through the night, watching the sky, our backs, and for anyone who might have followed us instead of scrambling for the glittering coins that Grif had scattered. I was still shocked she’d given up any treasure.

“Bah. Mere trifles, barely worth the metal they were struck on.” She waved away my shock. “I found a whole bag of them. Probably what she gave her staff on holidays.”